Funereal

At war within To suppress everything The more you struggle The deeper you sink Thoughts form in constellations Now emerge composed Nothing is sacred Electrified by hatred Nothing is sacred These threats accumulate Nothing is sacred Purified by hatred Lose and lack control You'll find you only ever reap what you sow Ward off the brightest stars They are primed with tragedy Get a handle on this harmony Get a handle on this harmony Faith is ill advised relapse is a choice Get a handle on this harmony Get a handle on this harmony I am eclipsed, it's so bittersweet I struggle to draw breath when we are so restricted Observe these passing waves Forgive the missing pieces I struggle to draw breath when we are so restricted In finding the balance now that the weight has shifted And with all my being I know that I don't need this To hear "To be in need, is some kind of weakness" I observe spirited loyalty And wonder why this does not apply to me Bitterness has bathed me I feel destruction overwhelm me For we're the loss Follow our slowing pulse Practice makes permanent For we're the loss Follow our slowing pulse I am eclipsed, it's so bittersweet Bitterness has bathed me I feel destruction overwhelm me I am eclipsed, it's so bittersweet